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Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

Character(s): everyone in the food tent
Content: food, and lots of it.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, food tent
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

The food tent is the second biggest structure at the fair, next to the Ferris wheel. It's a large white tent set up near the far end of the grounds. Inside, the majority of the tent is filled with long tables (with white plastic tablecloths) and benches for seating.

The food, along one side of the tent, is set up buffet-style. They have a wide variety of hot and cold dishes, and it's all good stuff, having been catered by Café Ersesat. It's always well-stocked, too, somehow; if they run out of anything, it's replenished within a few minutes. There is also a small bar, where alcoholic drinks and cocktails are available upon request to anyone who looks old enough.

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There was so much food! It was absolutely fantastic!

Okay, so it wasn't GREAT food, but it was a pretty wide variety and it wasn't half bad. Remy was picky, but he wasn't THAT picky. He enjoyed the more casual party foods too. It was just a shame that he hadn't been able to help in the preparations of the meal. He would have loved to contribute in some way. Maybe he could help out on the next festival, assuming he could get some of the humans to let him have a shot at cooking something. He thought it would be easier, now that they understood him, but he wasn't about to assume that he could just go out and get a job anywhere he wanted. He still expected there to be some lingering species resentment somewhere.

Or maybe not... Nobody had really given him any trouble at the food table, even though he was rummaging around all over the place. He'd have wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven if he hadn't already been assaulted the other day. Still, that had turned out okay, and most people didn't seem eager to kill him, so Paixao rated far better than most cities, including Paris.

Paris still had better food, though. And it was home. Both of those facts caused it to remain Remy's favorite city, although he had to admit that Paixao was currently running a close second.

He took a broken piece of cookie off of a tray, since he was getting full and wanted to try some dessert before he left. That was when he spotted them. A meerkat and a warthog... two creatures that were even more out of place than he was. Those definitely weren't city creatures! But they were animals, which was a rare sight in Paixao. It was an opportunity too good to pass up. He hopped off the table and walked over on his hind legs, the cookie still gripped in his front paws, "Hey there! Mind if I join you two?"

Able to keep steady balance once releasing hold of his friends tusks, the meerkat firmly planted both his paws onto his hips. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for his friend to come to his senses and fully awaken. It wasn't as much of a race as it would have been three hours ago, but it still left Timon feeling eager to get a move on and catch the mayor, wherever that man was. He was determined to give the elected official a piece of his mind as well as a taste of the competition that he would be facing in the next election.

Hearing Pumbaa's question, he brought his tapping foot to a hault and peaked a brow that spoke in a particularly dry tone before Timon even opened his mouth. "Yes, Pumbaa." he began, raising his arm to look at his invisible wristwatch. "It was time to see him about... Oh, I don't know. Maybe... Three hours ago! You know, if I remember correctly, there was a certain someone who was supposed to make sure we didn't fall asleep, wasn't there? Hmm... Now I wonder who that could of been."

His stomach growled, interrupting him angrily with equal frustration for the fact it had been ignored for such a period of time. Giving a groan of his own, the redhead gave into his stomachs argument that there were more important matters at hand.

"Alright, alright. I guess we can put this who's fault this is thing behind us for now. There's bigger things to worry about right now; like lunch! The last thing we need is for your stomach to cause an earthquake, eh, Pumbaa?"

Rubbing his paws together, Timon was about to jump onto one of the tables before hearing a voice that unlike the rest of the ones roaming around the tent, seemed directed toward Pumbaa and himself. He looked around questioningly, then slowly brought his glance downward.

"Uh..." It was odd, but after being accused, mistaken, and called a rat so many times, he found himself surprised actually to meet a real one in the city. It was almost ironic. However, it did not cause him to think any differently of the rodent than if he hadn't adopted the title of 'rat' himself. A warm welcome would still be delivered.

"Nah. I don't mind. Pumbaa doesn't either, do yeah, big guy?"

The warthog was ready to question Timon's alegations that it was he who had been meant to keep them awake. Pumbaa couldn't remember agreeing to that, in fact he had been pretty sure it had been Timon's job, right? Or maybe not. He couldn't quite remember, but either way he was ready to deny it, but Timon cut him off before he barely had opened his mouth.

The mention of lunch quickly made him forget completely of the previous issue. Pumbaa was hungry, and food definitely sounded good about now. "Heh, that's true, Timon!"

Pumbaa blinked as a voice suddenly spoke out, directed at them of all people. Mirroring Timon's downward gaze and blinked seeing the rat there before them. It had been the first time he'd seen another animal, other than Kovu, here, and it certainly momentarily surprised the warthog, but quickly a welcoming grin formed.

"Oh, no! I don't mind at ALL!" Pumbaa replied, cheerfully.

Remy smiled, "Great! I'm glad to finally see a few other animals around here. This place doesn't seem to have anything besides a ton of humans and a random cat-person or two." Ahnassi probably wouldn't have been especially happy to hear him call her a cat again if she had been around, but Remy wasn't going to assume that anyone else had ever heard of a Khajiit before and 'cat-person' was a better descriptor for people who had never heard of her species. "Looks like they know how to throw a pretty good party, though. I don't often see this much food in one place, and I work in a restaurant!"

The rat took a nibble of his cookie, savoring the taste appreciatively. "So... Where are you two from?"

There really was a lack of animals present in the city. And those there were, well, most of them the meerkat knew. As Remy had said, humans outnumbered them greatly. However, it didn't sound as if it bothered him as much as it had Timon. Perhaps he was just more used to them? Living with humans and half the food in the tent. What a life that sounded like, especially the cuisine.

"You work in a restaurant?" he asked, thinking over what possible job Remy could serve in a local Cafe Ersesat. "What's that like?"

Jumping from Pumbaa's head onto the table beside them, Timon continued talking while gathering articles of food from the table spread for the warthog and himself to munch on.

"Me n' Pumbaa are from the Pridelands. We got better digs outside of 'em though. Compared to -Pumbaa, you want any of these?- the Pridelands, this place has got everythin'. Like you said, pal, there's plenty to eat n' nobody to eat you. -oh, these look interesting. I wonder if they come in purple..."

Returning to the end of the table, the meerkat lowered the small plate he had stacked with food to his friend. "Eat up! There's plenty more where it came from. There anythin' I can grab you while I'm up here, uh... Never got your name."

Pumbaa let Timon do the talking as he watched the meerkat load up a plate of food, his mouth practically watering at the sight of it all. Oh it looked delicious. The warthog nodnodnodded in response to Timon's question if he wanted the indicated food, "Oh, yes please!"

As the plate was lowered, Pumbaa took the stacked plate onto his snout, lowering down, then slipping it carefully off onto the ground. "Oh it looks SO good! Oh where to start!" he said gleefully, glancing over the many kinds of food before deciding on something to bite into. That something really being easily a quarter of the stack of food on the plate. Cheeks packed, he munched away happily, swallowing it down only a moment later and licking his lips. "Delicious! But.... I still miss eating bugs..." he bemoaned for a moment, pausing a moment, then just shrugged it off, "Oh well, what can you do?"

Pumbaa then returned to burrying his snout into the plate of food.

"I'm Remy," the rat said as he watched the two work on consuming a sizable chunk of the table's offerings. Obviously, he had found some people who really liked to eat! It reminded him a little of his brother, especially the comment about eating bugs. Remy tried not to make a face at that. At least bugs were better than garbage - more natural and all that. "I'm the head chef of La Ratatouille, in Paris. Or at least, I used to be... Kind of hard to work somewhere you can't get back to."

His expression turned a little unhappy at the thought. "I really miss the place. I hope they're getting along okay without me..." They would probably be okay for a little while, he assumed. At least until people started wanting something new for the chef's special...

"So... you say you're from the Pridelands?" he asked, changing the topic to something a little less worrisome for himself. "I take it that's somewhere in Africa?"

"Ratatouille? Sounds more like you're on the menu than cooking it." Timon commented while listening to Remy. His paws flew at the plates content, grabbing whatever they could before the warthog could bring his snout down onto plate again. "You know, this could be like a vacation for you." he continued, hoping to comfort their guest before stuffing his mouth with all the food he could manage.

This place that had been mentioned, Paris, it sounded like a place he wouldn't mind visiting. If the food was this good and came in this quantity, he and Pumbaa would get along with the business owners juuuust great. Assuming they were able to afford the food. Money was the last on his mind. He wondered more if humans could understand the animals there as they could in Paixao. It would explain how the rodent could gain status of chef in one of their restaurants. Head chef at that. -not that he had anything against Remy being a cook. He was actually rather curious what sort of dishes the rat could produce.

Swallowing the current mouthful of food in his mouth, the meerkat nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It's nothing like here though. There ain't so much as one human 'round, unlike this place. Plus there aren't any of those buildings around or some dome over our heads either. There's real plants, mud holes, bugs..."

He let out a wishful sigh, reminded of the little guys after the warthogs comment. However, he hadn't much time to think about them for his eyes had caught a rather surprising sight. "Pumbaa, did you take a bite outta this n' put it back?"

Pumbaa grinned widely after swallowing something from the plate, when Remy introduced himself. "Ohhh, well, pleased to meet you Remy!" he added in, before Timon continued to talk about their home.

He promptly returned to the food, tuning out Timon. Thinking of home and becoming homesick was the last thing he wanted. And, anyways, there was food to be eaten! There was SO much of it, and they all tasted so good and different. Well, mostly good. There were a few things he wasn't quite so sure about. While he might've been missing bugs, perhaps he could survive for now if they could always find food this tastely.

His feasting was interupted, however, when Timon suddenly addressed him.

The warthog looked to Timon, a little sheepishly. "Well, uhhh... maybe?" he admitted to hestiantly. Uh oh, busted.

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